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Jack loved the highway of the US. There were unique-looking trucks there, unlike European trucks; here it's different.

The long-nosed trucks were everywhere here; Amanda was enjoying her ride; she felt like this was a dream come true.

A boyfriend and a dream car—what more could a newly adult ask for?

"I really didn't think you were such a great person," Amanda said, while smiling at Jack.

"Look at the road," Jack said smilingly.

"I am, but your looks are distracting me," Amanda said cleverly, as she was driving slowly behind the Range Rover that her father was driving.

"With this speed, how much longer will it take us to reach your town?" Jack asked, glancing at the speedometer, which read 60 MPH.

"I don't know, maybe around 8 hours?" As it's at the border of Ohio, Amanda said as she was driving on the highway.

After three hours, the dusk was here, and they entered the countryside highway.

After three hours, dusk arrived as they entered the countryside highway.

"This road directly leads to our small town," Amanda said while driving the car. Amanda didn't feel even a slight boredom as she could stare at Jack as soon as she felt bored.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As they were driving, the Range Rover In front of them pressed the left indicator.

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Jack looked at it with a little disappointed expression as they rolled in a restaurant.

"This restaurant is my favorite. My mother used to treat me here when she was able to walk," Amanda said while parking the car in a motel-looking restaurant that was for the highway travelers.

"Oh? She can't walk? What happened?" Jack asked, as he wanted to know more about Amanda.

"Well, we got into an accident, and my mother's legs have been paralyzed since then," Amanda said, in her voice there was a hidden pain.

Jack nodded his head and said, "Alright, let me see if I can do something about it."

Clark came to Jack as soon as he left the car and guarded him always.

"Alright, let's eat here, doctor, then we move; we've a 5-hour journey ahead of us." Mr. Smith came and said. As Jack was going inside, he saw a very beautiful bike.

Entering the modest restaurant, Jack noticed there were not many people; there were two people drinking beer. They were old and grumpy; they were local.

And there was a young man, sipping his tea, and when Jack and others entered the restaurant, he looked at them and smiled.

This young man is Arslan Oman, the owner of both the 'Oman Hotel' in Jack's building and the 'Pistol System.'

Jack didn't care about who was sitting as soon as he entered the restaurant. It was as if a moon had entered a mortal's house—he became the sole focus of everyone.

After they ate some noodles with french fries, which was a local favorite, Jack took some chips' packets while they were leaving.

Mr. Smith didn't let Jack pay for anything as he wanted to treat Jack to everything from here.

As they were leaving the restaurant, Clark came to Jack and whispered, "Doctor, see that bike? That's the Kawasaki H2R, Japanese-made, can reach up to 249 MPH.

Jack nodded his head and looked at the bike with a smile, then left the restaurant with others.

After Jack and the others left the restaurant, the young man came out slowly; he was holding a helmet in his hand, and there was a cheeky smile on his face.

"Let's see how far you can run, Jack." Arslan smiled, then slowly walked to his bike, started it, and drove off, following Jack closely.

Amanda wanted some rest, so Jack took over and drove and called Mr. Smith to drive faster.

"Jack, are you always so handsome?" Amanda questioned as she was reclined on her seat relaxedly.

"Well, no," Jack said smilingly.

"Then? Is there ever a moment when you're not handsome enough?" Amanda asked, her voice tinged with admiration as she gazed at Jack. His appearance was so captivating that the more she looked, the more irresistible he seemed, each detail of his face becoming even more striking with every passing second.

"Well, I look better in bed," Jack said, as he saw a speeding bike coming towards them; Jack squinted his eyes with a little doubt.

As Amanda was talking nonstop, Jack's focus was more on the incoming bike, which he had seen in the restaurant; the bike was black, and it was coming very fast.

As the bike closed in, Jack gave a way to check the intention of the bike, and as he suspected, the bike didn't overtake them; it slowly was following them from behind. It was so close it felt creepy.

As Jack was looking through the sideview mirror, he saw the man who was driving pull out a pistol and take a shot from his left hand.

*Bang*

Jack in an instant turned the car, but the bullet penetrated his thighs. Amanda was terrified, and her whole body was frozen with the gunshot in the middle of the countryside highway, where there were no other cars.

Jack looked at the bike, which was still following them; he gestured to Amanda to give him the gun on the dashboard, but she was paralyzed with terror.

Jack gritted his teeth in pain, the bullet wound in his thigh sending waves of sharp, burning agony through his body. Without hesitation, he pressed the button on the right side of his seat, his fingers moving with swift determination. The seat beneath Amanda flattened, lowering her to the ground as he made sure she was shielded from any potential danger.

"Fuck, this thing is hurting like crazy," Jack said. The red blood was spilling; he pulled out his gun from his back; it was the small Sig Sauer with a silencer.

Just as Jack was about to take his shot, another gunshot rang out. He quickly turned toward the sound and saw Clark had fired, his aim steady and precise, but it still missed the bike or the biker.